Sentences with phrase «like in a shot glass»

Perhaps six if you're serving smaller portions (like in a shot glass).

Not exact matches

Repeat after me: «I'll would like a shot of silver tequila, mixed with two shots of freshly squeezed lime juice -LCB- insist on this -RCB-, over ice, in a salted glass.»

I already know what it's like to order a $ 20 cocktail at the Hudson, to get giddy on prosecco at the Pier, to feel fuzzy after too many glasses of red at a wine bar on the Upper East Side, to shoot astronauts in Brooklyn (don't ask), to get drunk from some random spicy home - brew at a speak - easy in the East Village, to slurp sickly sweet maraschino drinks at the Dominican joint in Queens, to share a bottle of Patron with on - duty parking lot attendants in SoHo (again, don't ask), and of course, the rounds of the seemingly requisite mimosas at brunch.

Casting like a kid in a candy store (what in God's name is Benedict Cumberbatch doing here — as the holy fool, no less) and shooting in a functional non-style that «opens up» the play by going in for the kinds of close - ups you couldn't get without opera glasses, Wells is a producer - turned - director through and through.

This morose tale of a beautiful Polish immigrant caught in a sick love triangle with her pimp (Joaquin Phoenix) and his wacko magician brother (Jeremy Renner) is unrelentingly bleak, pretentious, and looked like it was shot through a glass full of piss.

Unfortunately, a number of shots are lacking in focus, sometimes to an extreme where the 2D version feels like you're watching the 3D version without glasses on.

In a way Almereyda's film, shot prior to most of the tech stocks going belly - up, anticipates the downswing: Its Wall Street is ghostly and devastated, full of glass tombs that scrape a dismal sky and inhabited by, among other Gloomy Guses, a Hamlet (Ethan Hawke) who's hollowed - out like so many victims of modern materialism and parental loss.

Aside from an excruciatingly mannered early scene in which Angela and Ricky's Aunt Martha (Desiree Gould) comes on like Parker Posey chewing tinfoil while scraping a knife against a glass bottle with one hand and dragging her fingernails down a chalkboard with the other, the rest of the film is pretty plain: Sleepaway Camp is shot like a 1970s TV sitcom, and as a look back at anno domini 1983, it has a documentary quality.

Arrival is also stunning on a technical level, featuring excellently composed vantage point shots of the alien spaceship pods (they are also fascinatingly designed looking like tall, black metallic ovals suspended off the ground by roughly 20 or 30 feet), and very mysterious shots of the tentacle style aliens surrounded in a white mist while separated from the humans by a glass wall.

Inspired by these Mexican botanas, I like to arrange long strips of jicama in tequila shot glasses and bring them to the table as an amuse - bouche.

Apple juice looks just like Tequila in a shot glass!

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.